Better late than never.

So I broke my promise of once a week, who can blame me with my schedule lately. Packing and planning for the move coming up very quickly next week has both Jer and I gitty as school girls! Our eyes light up like kiddies on Christmas when we talk about it. But just as soon as we are in and trying to arrange our lives again, we are off to Hawaii. Yes WE are off. I get to go, baby in tow. Poor T-man will have to stay with Grandma this time which I'm sure will get me a very disgruntled toddler once we return. We will be spending one whole week, departing early Tuesday morning and returning in much the same fashion leaving Hawaii on a red-eye Monday night. We are torn as to which we are more excited for; rejoining society in our spacious new abode or the beaches and tropics of Kauai. I'm sure we'll manage to love and enjoy each equally for their own aspects.
And hopefully soon Mom and Curt will move out of Egypt and we will never have to pack a lunch to make the journey. Yes I exaggerate, but it really has become torture with all the traffic and construction. I can't wait to use the expression "I'm just gonna run down to..." and truly mean it. Or actually just meet someone for lunch or a drink and it not be half the day.
Tristan will really enjoy the park just down the street. I hope we have some good neighbors. That would be nice for a change. Not that we don't have nice neighbors or haven't in the past, just some more our age with possibly something in common. I will certainly not be missing Queen Creek. Where most people have some attachment to the place they grew up, I do not. It is still the hole I spent my young years in and still holds a lot of the icky past acquaintances I don't care to run into. It is what I want it to stay, a memory. Now that I have learned to create my own reality, I prefer to push the one priorly created for me into the past.